Chapter 215
Chapter 215:
Minutes later, Harper replied.
Harper: On it. But Skye… turn on the news.
Skye grabbed the remote and turned on the TV mounted on the wall.
The screen showed breaking news. A reporter stood in the rain outside the old mill.
“Breaking news: Billionaire Liam Kensington wanted for questioning in the brutal assault of his cousin-in-law. Meanwhile, rumors swirl about Alistair Thorne’s secret engagement to shipping heiress Victoria Hayes, who was discharged from a private clinic in Switzerland late yesterday p>
The screen flashed a photo of Alistair at the airport. It was grainy, clearly taken with a long lens. He was greeting a woman. She was blonde, fragile, and beautiful. She was clinging to him. The timestamp in the corner read: Two Days Ago.
Skye felt the blood drain from her face.
“Family matter,” she whispered.
She stared at the photo. Alistair looked… protective. The same way he looked at her.
The door opened. A nurse walked in to check Arthur’s vitals.
“Ms. Sterling? You need to rest p>
“I’m fine,” Skye said, her eyes glued to the screen.
She wasn’t fine. She had just survived a kidnapping, a drugging, and an assault. But seeing Alistair with another woman hurt more than any of it.
“I need to leave,” Skye said, standing.
“You can’t,” the nurse said. “You’re on observation p>
“Watch me,” Skye said.
She grabbed her purse. She checked Arthur one last time. He was stable.
She walked out of the room. Two of Alistair’s massive bodyguards stepped in front of her, blocking the hallway.
“Ms. Sterling,” the lead guard said firmly. “Mr. Thorne gave strict orders. You are to remain in the secure wing p>
A𝗅𝗹 уоur 𝘧𝖺𝘃𝗼rі𝘵𝗲 g𝖾𝗻𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝗈n 𝘣еlոо𝗏𝖾𝗅s.co𝘮
“Mr. Thorne is busy with his fiancée,” Skye snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously. “And unless you plan on physically restraining me in a public hospital—which would look excellent on the morning news—you will move p>
The guards exchanged a look. They knew Alistair’s temper, but they also saw the resolve in Skye’s eyes.
“We can’t let you go unprotected,” the guard compromised. “We will escort you. But we advise against leaving p>
“Take me to my apartment,” Skye ordered, stepping past them. “Secure the perimeter there. I won’t stay in this hospital another minute p>
She stepped into the elevator, the guards trailing her like reluctant shadows. As the doors closed, she made a vow.
She would not be the other woman. Not again.
Skye’s apartment—the one she had bought secretly through a shell company linked to Oracle Holdings—was cold and empty. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of Alistair’s presence, but right now, the cold felt safer.
She threw her purse onto the counter and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The rain had stopped, leaving the city glistening and treacherous.